Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 53 You Call Me Dad, I Call You Brother

"Qing Shu, how are those people doing?"

On the way to Wuchang, Yang Yaoqin asked Song Qingshu that she turned around after Dai Song and Song Siming undressed, not knowing what happened in the end.

Song Qingshu didn't want her to know about these dirty things, so he said: "I have suffered a bit, there is nothing unconvinced."

"Yeah. When Yanniang was about to go down the mountain, she told me to watch you more and not make any big troubles." Yang Yaoqin conveyed Ling Xueyan's original words.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said, "What kind of trouble can I create, I'm so kind."

"Nonsense, does Cixiang describe you? Grandfather is called Cixiang, and you are called kind at best." Yang Yaoqin laughed first as she spoke.

"That's not true, I'm kind." Song Qingshu said, suddenly remembering Xue Gongyuan who was cut in half by himself, he smacked his mouth, and suddenly felt that his skin had thickened.

The two chatted and hurried on the road, the whistling wind and the sound of horseshoes did not affect their conversation at all.

"How far is it from here to Wuchang?" Yang Yaoqin asked suddenly.

Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, he really didn't know, and he had never been there, only heard a few words from the third uncle, but he didn't say how far it was.But he didn't want to say that he didn't know in front of Yang Yaoqin, and was about to make it up, when he suddenly heard two horses coming quickly behind him.

Song Qingshu signaled Yang Yaoqin not to speak, he practiced his kung fu in the eyes, only then did he see that the people who came were Kongtong faction Jian Jie and Zheng Hao who had been stepped on by him.

These two people were obviously chasing after Song Qingshu, so he signaled Yang Yaoqin to stop the horse and wait for Jian Jie and Zheng Hao to come over, ready to see what they wanted to do.

Not long after, Jian Jie and Zheng Hao came to the two of them. The two of them had already rearranged their appearance, but the dust and filth on the clothes on their chests had not been completely cleaned up, and there were still some traces of wrinkles. Embarrassed.

Song Qingshu sat on the horse, watching the two walk in slowly, without speaking.

But Jian Jie opened the mouth first: "Dare to ask the young man, but are you going to Wuchang?" He was not as domineering as before, and he seemed a little flattering, which made Song Qingshu have a deeper understanding of his shamelessness.

In fact, Jian Jie also thinks clearly that the gap between himself and Song Qingshu is too big, and he will never get back his face, and the two of them don't have any enmity, but he is completely implicated. As the saying goes, there are many friends and many paths, why not be with him I just made a friend, maybe one day I can save my life in the future.

As for things like face, there's no need to carry the face that has already been trampled on.

As the saying goes, don't reach out and hit the smiling face, for the sake of the other party's rescue, Song Qingshu nodded his head as an answer.

Seeing Song Qingshu's nod, Jianjie was overjoyed, and said loudly: "That's kind, my brothers and sisters also want to go to Wuchang, can I ask if the young hero can go with us?"

"No!" This time Song Qingshu refused very simply, and of course this was within Jian Jie's expectation.

So he took advantage of the situation and said: "This place is still five or six hundred miles away from Wuchang. If you hurry up and don't stop, you should arrive in Wuchang before noon tomorrow. But I don't think you two have traveled far. If you don't dislike it, you can come How about being a signpost for the two of you?"

At this time, Song Qingshu also found out that the two of them were unfamiliar with their lives. If someone who knows the way leads the way, there should be a lot of trouble left.

So he looked at Yang Yaoqin, and Yang Yaoqin also understood what he meant, and nodded slightly to show his agreement.

Song Qingshu then said to Jian Jie: "Then I will trouble you to lead the way."

Jian Jie made a fist with his right hand and clapped the palm of his left hand, and said happily: "I will definitely live up to your trust."

Zheng Hao was at the side, but he was a little angry. After all, he was still a young man, and he would definitely not be able to do anything like Jian Jie. He was still bitter about the fact that Song Qingshu slapped him unconscious, but because of Senior brother didn't lose face, at that time he knew that even if he did, he wouldn't be able to please him, but this person is stubborn, he never cares about the level of kung fu, he is not convinced if he is not convinced, even if you beat him to death, he will not be convinced .

So Song Qingshu saw that Zheng Hao stared at him with wide eyes, with an expression of disbelief.

Song Qingshu suddenly found it funny, so he said to Zheng Hao: "Look at me, do you think that half of my face is too clean?"

Zheng Hao touched his left face subconsciously. He fell off his horse after being knocked unconscious before, and this half of his face was on the ground. Now there is a scratch on it, and blood oozes out from time to time.

"Hmph, bullying the weak is nothing." Zheng Hao muttered with a snort.

Song Qingshu raised his chin and looked at him and said, "I'm 12 this year, which one of us is younger?"

Zheng Hao, who was blocked by this sentence, couldn't catch his breath, coughed violently, and was speechless for a while.

On the other hand, when Jian Jie heard Song Qingshu say that he was 12 years old, he became more and more convinced that the two of them must be descendants of famous families, and they are young and inexperienced. If they can make friends, they might be able to learn two tricks by coaxing them casually.

So he scolded Zheng Hao: "Junior Brother Zheng, don't be rude!"

Then he smiled and said to Song Qingshu: "My junior brother is young and ignorant, please don't take offense, young man, how about we start here?"

Song Qingshu found out that Jian Jie had completely adjusted his position, and was ready to be the role of guide wholeheartedly, so he also went with him, letting him lead the way with a wave of his hand.

So Jian Jie Zheng Hao was in front, Song Qingshu Yang Yaoqin was behind, and the group of four rushed to Wuchang on horseback.

"I haven't asked the young hero and the girl Gao's name yet? What school and school do you belong to?" Jian Jie galloped his horse and said loudly again and again. His skill is not weak, but as an old Jiang Hu, he naturally wouldn't waste his internal energy on it. In this kind of matter, it also reflects the habits of the vast majority of people in the rivers and lakes. They never waste their internal energy on insignificant things, so as not to lose their lives due to insufficient internal energy in the face of emergencies.

Song Qingshu reported his family name: "Wudang, Song Qingshu!" But he didn't intend to introduce Yang Yaoqin, and Yang Yaoqin didn't plan to speak. Usually, she doesn't like to talk when there are outsiders.

"What!" Jian Jie almost fell off his horse when he heard that Song Qingshu was a disciple of Wudang. He thought that Song Qingshu was the eldest son of a hermit family who went out to play, but he didn't expect that he was from the Wudang sect.

Zheng Hao was also surprised, and turned his head to look at Song Qingshu again.

"Young hero is a Wudang disciple?!" Jian Jie confirmed again, "No wonder! No wonder Song Shaoxia hurried to Wuchang when he heard that Emei was going to destroy the Wuchang Demon Sect."

At this time Zheng Hao interjected: "Your surname is Song? Your father is Song Yuanqiao?" As soon as he finished speaking, a stone thrown by Song Qingshu knocked out a tooth, and his mouth suddenly felt fishy, ​​but blood gushed out. Knowing that it was inappropriate to call other people's father's name directly, he covered his mouth and stopped talking.

Song Qingshu gave him a cold look, knowing that he was outspoken, so he still answered him: "My father's name is Song Yuanqiao."

"As the leader of the Wudang Seven Heroes, Song Daxia is a man of benevolence, righteousness and integrity. He is indeed a role model for my generation. I never thought that Song Daxia's son is even a dragon and a phoenix. Hahaha." Jian Jie flattered at first, and then immediately said, "I have known your father many times and considered him a lifelong confidant. I didn't expect to see Brother Song's son so handsome today. I am truly relieved. "

Speaking of this, Jian Jie seemed to be sincerely comforted, her voice was a little crying, and in a blink of an eye, she called Song Yuanqiao the eldest brother, and Song Qingshu had grown up for no reason. Song Qingshu retorted, did he not admit what he said, this old fox made Song Qingshu dumb in the blink of an eye.

But Jian Jie is old-fashioned after all, and he also saw that Song Qingshu's face was unhappy, so he said: "But we people in the Jianghu speak in terms of kung fu, Song Shaoxia, your kung fu is higher than ours, so you are a senior, but your father and I are best friends. The seniority is really messy. In this way, you and I call each other, you call me uncle, how about I call you senior?"

Song Qingshu looked at him expressionlessly and didn't speak.

Jian Jie smiled mischievously: "I, I was joking just now, we are friends of the same generation, can I call you little brother Song?" He never mentioned the matter of asking Song Qingshu to call him big brother.

Song Qingshu waved his hand: "Whatever."

"It's so good, hahaha!" Jian Jie smiled happily, and then let out a long cry, "Brother Song, let's hurry up and try to reach Wuchang tonight. Drive!"

After that, he waved the whip to make the horse speed up a little more.

The other three followed together, riding their horses to raise dust.

After walking for a while, everyone saw that it was getting late, so they rested in a roadside tea shop and asked the waiter to feed the horses with fodder.

"Brother Song, to be honest, brother, I was abused by that Xue Gongyuan this time." Since Jian Jie became a relative, she has relaxed her words and actions, and she is not so restrained. This is unique to the old Jianghu. A kind of ability, interpersonal skills.

Seeing that everyone was eating and no one paid any attention to him, he said to himself: "Originally, my junior brother and I were planning to go to Hangzhou. Some people said that we met Xie Xun there. I don't know if it's true or not, so the headmaster sent me. I went over to investigate with my junior brother, but I met Xue Gongyuan and Dai Song from the Huashan sect on the way."

"It turns out that Xue Gongyuan is really not a thing. He even stole your horse, and even stole your sword while we weren't paying attention. He also lied that he lost his way after chasing a wild fox."

"Brother, if I knew that he stole your sword at that time, I would definitely not be able to spare him and ask him to kowtow to you and apologize."

"Don't let me meet him next time, I'll make him go all the way!"

As Jian Jie said, he took a sneak peek at the Ziwei soft sword on Yang Yaoqin's waist. He had seen Song Qingshu pull out this sword from Xue Gongyuan's waist before, and saw that the sword could be wrapped around his waist like a belt. This sword is so precious that I couldn't help looking at it twice more, thinking about how to trick the sword into my hand, thinking about the feeling I have with the sword in my hand, my heart suddenly became hot.

As a result, Song Qingshu's words immediately chilled his heart.

"You will never meet him again."

(End of this chapter)